Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance Read Free Page A

from side to side as she walked in her tight jeans. God, what I wouldn’t do to get a bit of that. The other barmaids had skirts so short they were invisible from some angles, but here I was fantasizing over the one girl in the place with jeans on.
    The men at the bar ordered a round of shots. Nora casually poured them all a large vodka shot, spilling half of it over the bar as she moved over the line of glasses, and then busied herself emptying a dishwasher to avoid coming back over and talking to me.  
    I might have to adapt my usual approach for this one. It’d be worth it. Anything to get my lips on those succulent tits.  
    The group of men were still hanging around by the bar. Of the four men, three of them looked to be in their early to mid twenties, but the other one couldn’t have been much older than eighteen. The door staff weren’t exactly particular about who they let in here.
    One of the older men had his arm wrapped around the younger boy’s shoulders, while the other hand thrust a small bag into the young boy’s free hand.  
    Drugs.
    The bag contained either pills or powder, I couldn’t tell from here, but nothing good got passed around in small plastic bags in dark bars.
    The young kid eyed the bag suspiciously, but slipped it into his pocket. The men all made a big fuss about downing their shots, as if they were the first human beings ever to drink vodka, and then made a beeline for the bathrooms.
    I grabbed the kid by the arm as he walked past.  
    “What the hell are you—” he began, before making eye contact with me. “Hey, you’re Riker Clyne. Cool man. Uh, what’s up?”  
    I let go of his arm and pointed to the empty seat next to me.  
    The kid looked towards the bathroom where his mates were heading, but decided he should probably do as I’d asked.
    “You know my name. What’s yours?”
    “Theo.”  
    “What’s that in your pocket, Theo?” I asked. “Coke? E?”  
    “Don’t be ridiculous man,” Theo replied angrily. “Ain’t nothing in my pocket.”
    Ain’t nothing in my pocket.
    My brother had said those exact words many times. They sounded so alike. This kid wasn’t my brother, but I was damn well not going to let him take the same path. My brother wasn’t around for me to look after him any more.
    I couldn’t be bothered to muck around. I reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the bag.
    “Hey, give that back,” Theo yelled. He went to reach out for the bag, but decided better than to try and wrestle it back off a fighter.  
    The bag contained six tiny pills that I didn’t recognize. Probably ecstasy, or a variant of it. Every week there was a new recipe available, always promising an even better high than the one before.
    “You don’t want to take these,” I said, handing the bag back to him.
    Theo took the bag nervously. “It’s just a bit of fun. The effect will wear off after a few hours and they aren’t dangerous.” He sounded like he was parroting his friends’ words back to me.
    “Who were those other guys?” I asked.
    “My brother and his mates.”
    “And they want you to take these?”
    “I need to loosen up a bit. Have some fun.”  
    “This shit isn’t fun.”
    “Yeah, well neither is getting grief from the guys,” he said, getting angry again. “It’s easier just to take them and be done with it. Saves a whole lot of hassle.”
    That was how my brother had started. Growing up in our neighborhood, we’d been exposed to drugs on a daily basis. Daniel had resisted them for years, until his friends started taking them.  
    They’d pressured him week after week to join in, and then finally his willpower evaporated and he gave in. The rest was history.
    I wasn’t about to let that happen to this kid.
    “Nora,” I called out to get her attention.  
    “Yes, Mr. VIP. What can I get you now?” she asked, as if I’d torn her away from a good book, and not emptying the dishwasher.
    “You have a first aid kit back